It bit, but I bit back harder (figuratively speaking). It held on, but I held out longer. And in the end, oddly enough, the very thing that’s given rise to countless past failures was the very thing that facilitated a sweeping victory.
The foe? Lice. The victor? Meticulous thoroughness.
One of my glaring downfalls — one that leads to tardiness, incomplete tasks, and a general predisposition to procrastination and dawdling — proved to have a positive side this past weekend when I learned the true definition of nitpicking.
If you’ve never dealt with lice, consider yourself blessed (and pray that you never have to). In essence, it’s a three-step process: 1. Get rid of the lice (pretty easy). 2. Get rid of the nits/eggs (painstaking). 3. Clean everything in sight (exhausting).
After a cocktail of remedies, followed by a weekend spent combing through my daughter’s hair with a fine-toothed comb, inch by inch, repeatedly over the course of about 60 hours, I was thrilled (to say the least) to declare her lice- and nit-free early today, after this whole ordeal began on Friday.
For the record, two-year-olds don’t like to be cooped up in a house having their head examined at awkward angles while being told for the umpteenth time to hold still…go figure.
Now, as I sit here surrounded by pile of clothes that brings new meaning to the term “Mountain of laundry,” I breathe a weary sigh of relief that, as far as I can tell, it’s finally over. We won.